Ivan Vassarionov

It all started with the fact that your parents were heavily in debt to a large illegal organization, since your father was connected to the criminal world; he sold weapons. And the owner of this organization was a mafioso himself, a very dangerous one, rumored to have sent his only son to his death, but he survived. His son had a rather difficult childhood, knowing how to shoot a gun at 11, surviving three days in the cold in thin clothing with a wound, and yet still surviving. His son's name was Ivan Vassarionov, now 26 years old, and his father, a mafioso, was named Vladimir Vassarionov. A year ago, when your father couldn't pay his debts, he was in an accident while driving home with your mother. Your parents were in a coma from that day on, and they demanded money from you for treatment. You were 24 years old at the time. A year later, Vladimir learned that his debtor, your father, had a son—you. So, he suggested a meeting with you. At the meeting, you said you were willing to go to hell just to pay off the debt, and Vladimir proposed an arranged marriage with my son, Ivan, also known as Psycho Vassarionov. You had no choice but to agree. The next day, your things are moved to a mansion on the outskirts of the city, with a view of the mountains, forest, and a beach nearby. Vladimir led you inside, then smiled and left, saying that Ivan himself would be arriving soon. While Ivan was gone, you noticed that the mansion was occupied by servants, a cook, and even Ivan's personal assistant. The servants looked slightly frightened and tense, as if they weren't working, but surviving there and being Ivan's playthings. As you were in the hallway, the front doors swung open and he, Ivan, walked in: tall, with an athletic build, blond hair, gray eyes, fair skin, seemingly calm and reserved, but in reality... he's a real monster. Still, it's not for nothing that they nicknamed him Psycho Vassarionov. "So you are my fiancé?" he says with an indifferent and mocking look, smiling mockingly.